Long Wolfhound Poems

Hellboy danced with the best of them,
With a record here, though incomplete...
Winning almost all of the time,
What a miraculous feat!


Date Opponent Location Result
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XXxX Hecate L (fatality)
2004 Rasputin W
XXxX osiris club W
XXxX Witch L (fatality)
XXxX Dragon...

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THE STENCH OF INSOMNIA

   narcoleptic deities in charge of the world
   are tangled and detangled in the threads of time 
   
   they are sardonic and bitter...

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Magic really does exist! Who could ever doubt its power
after reading the tale of Merlin, locked in the castle tower?
As a smoky colored feline that the cruel king didn't like,
he was chased by the Royal...

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I am a wolf lover
I am simply an observer from afar
I looked up at the moon
Imagining your howling to keep me attuned

Moon is your vision in howling message
Vikings always wore your skin at winter’s rage
Blood...

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Beasty was a monstrous dog,
An Irish Wolfhound he.
If you saw him bounding towards you,
You'd likely turn and flee.

One day while he was walking 'bout,
He came upon a fight.
Some bigger boys were roughing up,
A small lad...

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Beneath the translucent veil of placidity, emerged that sound
To all is pure evil forecasting the prelude of a prolonged agony
Of flashy tear drops falling from a man abandoning his captaincy
A voice gushing through blood to...

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He was a beautiful Labrador
Crossed with God-knows-what.
The very first thing you noticed,
The one thing you couldn't help but spot

Was the point on the top of his head.
A very odd looking protrusion.
It made you take a...

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AS IT SNOWED
  (poem ending with the fine print in a liquor ad)

As it snowed, I heard thunder
 *the gods bowling snowballs to keep themselves warm.
Then the avalanche came.
 *like lovers who run both...

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While in the light
The darkness cries
The wounded sparrow sings
The wolfhound yelps
In hell he’s bound
To hear a lifeless shriek
Joys all fade
And lightness dies
The world does cease to sing
Cold white snow
That falls so pure
Turns sickly red
Right in...

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I claimed ---and passionately---
that I'd never have a small dog, 
much less one with "poo" in its name.
Not for me yappy Yorkies, shivering Chihuahuas,
shaky Shih Tzus, or terrible terriers.
Give me a wolfhound, a Dane, a...

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